The Black-Wit Reveller

Words will fall like leaves on a windy autumn day. It's a party.

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Published in Strays. Available on Amazon.

Strays is a collection of two extended narratives and more than forty love-themed poems, exploring the meaning of romantic love while we have it and attempting to find the healing after its loss. Found within these pages is the short story Gutter Dog, the novelette Ginni, and the poems False Skin, the Boy Who Wore Clothes, and the Black-Wit Reveller.

Reviews

[Douglas White]

What a good way to describe the seasons - for those that live where there ARE seasons. I used to live in Central Florida, and there are only two seasons there: Hot and Humid, and Hot with Hurricanes. Living further north in mountain country, I get to see the seasons as you've so aptly described above - occasionally all of them in the same day. (Seriously - I'm not exaggerating.)

Nature can be a beautiful mistress, and this particular poem does justice to her wonders. Hope she appreciates it.

[Pryde Foltz]

What a beautiful review. Thank you, Douglas.

[Akshay Rawal]

Nice personification of nature,Though we have a different time phase of seasons here in India(we expect springs to come around September)
That stanza" Nature stands upon the wreckage............."gives us the idea that though winters are unwelcoming nature still feels sad upon its end i.e nature loves all its seasons.....But actually she adores the springs the most....cool usage of metaphors and really, you lived the nature's role while writing this poem

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Akshay for you lovely review.

[Ruth]

The flow and wording to this are superb! Made me feel enlivened and thrilled, such grace and beauty...wow! x

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Poppy.

[Muse]

A favorite. I visited the popular writing list hoping I wouldn't be disappointed...and like usual, I was not. So much whimsy in this, wow it is just wonderfully charming! The word play, the content, the random conversation that seems to take place within the seasons...creative brilliance is all I can say...bravo.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you so much for you very gracious review. Muse.

[Lydia Shutter]

"Carmine, amber, titian; vermillion, russet, citron--flushed" I want a dress made of these colors....so vivid, so expressive! "Evidence of a party long since concluded" a splendid line! When the leaves fall, it is a sign to us all summer is over though truly we have felt the chill in the air and seen the sun setting earlier each day. The leaves are a sign of a fait accomplis! I love the way you took us through winter ("bearded winter!" loved that) and back into spring...the circle of life. There is comfort in knowing no matter what, the seasons will change. Of course, here in South Florida there is less evidence of that. Pryde, this is an excellent write. Lydi**

[Pryde Foltz]

Yes, I noted your residence and the envy grew. lol. Thank you, Lydi**

[Lydia Shutter]

I have to admit, I feel like my parents brought me to paradise back in 1969!

[Mark]

I've always seen the falling leaves as proud defiance in their blazing color. I've often wondered at the purpose, what evolutionary advantage is gained from such brilliant display? Perhaps it is just random, or maybe there is an Intelligence who wants to give us a sign that the cycle ends, but is still beautiful.

Wonderfully colorful images about the seasons. One of my favorite topics for poetry. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Mark. In answer to your question I think it may have something to do with light absorption. Maybe it allows the tree to better source a sun lower on the horizon. You should google.

[Mark]

The trigger is light... as the days get shorter, this somehow triggers a response in the trees, and the actual colors are due to caratenoids and some other compound that turns things red. but why these colors isn't really understood that I know of.

[Pryde Foltz]

Hmmm. Color is an indication of what light wavelength is reflected or absorbed??? And so the show of red means that the longer wavelengths are being reflected and shorter absorbed. Maybe this has something to do with. WC has just become Science Cafe. lol.

[Mark]

Heehee I like the idea of going out in a blaze of glory. Works for me!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this....i love october, but then winter can be dreary...i like the ending..."I'll expect you no later than April"

good stuff, Pryde... the imagery is staggering.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Jacob. I am glad you enjoyed.

[MsJewel]

You are an artist painting beautiful images of the seasons for your readers to enjoy. This is lovely!
:) Julie

[Pryde Foltz]

What a lovely review. Thank you, Julie.

[Jon Roggie]

Ever the rebirth, my friend. Nice write.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Jon.

[rutherford]

Pryde,
There are so many wonderful phrases in the poem if I quoted them all back to you I'd quote the entire poem again. New life to familiar colors You truly take the reader to a mystical-mythical level. Ok, I'll quote one of my most favorite lines, "fall to the ground, flagging, defeated, and wasted." And again, a favorite topic that appeals to me adding even more to the appeal. Wonderful final sign-off line.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thanks so much, JK. It started off as write about autumn that got away on itself.